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SCENE vi PART FIRST
To these unhealthy splendours ?—helmet thee For her thou swar*$t-to first, fair Liberty ?
NAPOLEON Who spoke to me ?
Not I, Sire. Not a soul
NAPOLEON Dear Jos6phine, my queen, didst call my name ?
JOSEPHINE I spoke not, Sire.
Thou didst not, tender spouse [; I know it. Such harsh utterance was not thine. It was aggressive Fancy, working spells Upon a mind o'erwrought!
The service closes. The clergy advance with the canopy to the foot of the throne, and the procession forms to return to the Palace.
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS
Thou art young, and dost not heed tfie Cause of things Which some of us have inkled to thee here ; Else wouldst thou not have hailed the Emperor, Whose acts do but outskape Its governing.
SPIRIT OF THE PITIES
1feelj Sire, as I must! This tak of Will And Life s impulsion by Incognizance I cannot take.